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4 white walls and a television that never could turn on the spot where a clock once sat that was long ago pawned vomit green stained couches cigarette smoke in the air empty beer cans in the corner and im not quite sure where to stare the kids are on the street playing ball dad's strung out and staring at the wall mom's on the corner paying the rent welcome to motel seven motel seven the radiator hums and the paint chips gunshots keep me up at night come ons from the whores downstairs screams from another fight standing next to the vending machine he's got a belt wrapped round his arm shaking all over got twitching eyes says the white lady protects him from harm the kids are on the street playing ball dad's strung out and staring at the wall momma's on the corner paying the rent Letras de cancioneswelcome to motel seven motel seven yeah yeah i want to see it go away i don't want stay another day so sick of motel seven so sick of motel seven the kids are on the street playing ball dad's strung out and staring at the wall momma's on the corner paying the rent welcome to motel seven From Letras Mania